Morality in Decay.
When was it started...

Ripples in a stream
created by the subtle...

A daisy ring is a cirlce of
pedals counting 34, assorted...

Putrid smell of decomposing passion
Leading to grotesque skeletal remains...

Mountains rose high in a sky turning
purple with splashes of lilac and gold...

Right now I need one of those writes,
that tell about the in between...

Locked Manacles
Residue of lies fill my lungs...

White water blossoms
ride high atop ocean waves...

Compassionate winds nuzzle silent pines
graced by a veil of lacy white flakes...

Majestic black horse
Muscles ripple as he runs...

Riding the trails to the rivers edge
Tie the horses to cypress sedge...

You've ripped apart my trusting heart
then thrown it to the wind...